Hidden Witchcraft: An Oko Ruto x Reader Story

The Incubus Ring

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Bee-
(Y/N) shut off the alarm on her phone, slowly sitting up to groan and stretch her arms over her head. Today was Monday, and the first day of April. The thought of finally seeing charming pink blossoms outside sent her leaping from her bed and yanking open the sheer curtains. She slouched and pouted her lip in disappointment as she gazed out of her window. None of the buds had opened on the trees in her garden, or in anyone elses for that matter.

She huffed in disappointment and dragged herself over to her wardrobe, slipping on her uniform and plopping down at her vanity to comb her hair. She ran a brush through her long, dyed locks, separating the midnight blue and purple streaks from the platinum blonde base. She had barely gotten used to the new look, but her roots were already starting to show. (Y/N) let out an exaggerated groan. She would have to dye it a second time, and her hair was so damaged after the first treatment, she wasn't sure it could take any more.

After a good half hour of styling and makeup, she was finally ready to go. Grabbing her bag and walking out her door, she was met with Musume waiting outside her gate. Musume looked up from her phone and grinned. "Hey (Y/N)!" she shouted, waving to her friend. (Y/N) smiled and waved back, jogging to meet her.

They had known each other since they were children, their fathers being business partners. They walked to and from school together every day, and spent their between class-time chatting with each other.

"I'm so glad you're finally gonna start hanging out with me and my friends!" Giggled Musume. "Aha.. Me too!" (Y/N) replied, scratching the back of her neck.
"Aw don't be so nervous!" She patted her shoulder. (Y/N) had never met Musume's other friends. She didn't share any classes with them, she didn't like skip cleaning time to gossip with them, and she had always eaten lunch with her friends from the cooking club; before she left, of course.

Finally, they reached the school. As they entered the gate, (Y/N) felt herself being pulled, quite roughly, in fact. "Hey girls!" yelled Musume, dragging her over to them by the wrist. "This is (Y/N)! She's my best friend!" She said. "Ohmygod! I have that SAME set of earrings!" Said Kashiko, moving (Y/N)'s hair to reveal the dangling hearts. The girls all started to fawn over her, she almost couldn't handle all the giggling and attention. A rosy red blush colored her cheeks as she rubbed her arm.

The flattery came to an end when the warning bell rang, and everyone frantically rushed to their classes. (Y/N) barely made it in time, and was very out of breath when she did. She sat down at her seat and rested her head on her desk, gazing out the window next to her as the final bell rang.

The teacher walked in and greeted the class, a few tired "Good mornings" sounding back. Soon she began her lecture, and for the most part, (Y/N) was at peace. The view out the window was more dull than usual, especially with the beauty (Y/N) was expecting for today. She had seen a truly breathtaking bloom of Sakura many years ago, and though many of her memories from those years were long faded, that extraordinary day remained vivid in her mind.

"(Y/N). (Y/N)!" She was snapped out of her daydream by the voice of her teacher. "Oh! Um.. 43!" She half-shouted. The teacher sighed in disappointment. "Sweetheart, this isn't even Math class." They informed her. (Y/N) flushed red as giggles rose from the class. "Anyways," They continued, "I was going to ask you to tutor Basu-San, but it seems I should choose someone with enough understanding of this subject to even remember what period they have it in." Said the teacher, with a sigh.

"N-no! I can tutor him!" She objected, standing up and slamming her hands on her desk. Poor (Y/N) had held a crush for Sakyu Basu since her 1st year. Though this would be her first time ever talking to him; she never had the guts to even make eye contact. Before she joined Musume's clique, that is.